Return to Sender
I sat at my desk and took out a fresh trimmed quill and stirred it into the inkwell. This was something I had been meaning to do for several times during the long year that had passed. Especially now when it came to writing this chapter of the Red Book. It was time perhaps. My Dearest Faramir. Neat well practiced letters stained
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